#but im very curious

[lxghtbound]

ok i gotta know. how many people here are using the new editor? bc gotdamn i tried and it was. so bad dsfgfds i had so many issues i had to move to mobile to finish my response

im mostly wondering bc ik legacy editor messes with reblogs a little, so idk how much me using legacy would mess up people’s stuff

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[inkskinned]

probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.

we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."

at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.

the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.

the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.

what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.

here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.

[werechair]

please reblog this with your answer to this (genuinely meant) question: why are you afraid of being seen as cringe?

I'm afraid because it represents people taking power away from me: "you like bad things, therefore you are bad, therefore I don't have to listen to you." I've been trying to find the reason being seen as cringe feels so bad to me for some time. I think it's also because it's one of those social labels you can't refute; fighting it only makes you more cringe.

anyway I was just curious what other People On the Internet felt about this :)

[risari]

Out of curiosity, does anyone else organize their Minecraft survival hotbars? This is how mine looks, for example, with slots 1-4 being my sword + tools, slot 5 being my bow, slot 6 being food, slot 7 & 8 being miscellaneous, and slot 9 being for torches. I'm not sure if this is standard, but it's how I've always done it.

[amphibianaday]

day 1421

[thankstothe]

[elyfonart]

Been having COMPLETELY normal thoughts about a pre-timeskip Germa AU recently

[braintapes]

Assume ideal conditions. 'Robot body' is loosely defined and can mean whatever you want it to mean. Inside a computer? Sure. Fully articulated android body? Yeah. A toaster? Why not? The idea is that it's a fully mechanical/robotic body, whatever that means is up to you.

[lorenlily]

i would really like to know in what order do these matter to you when you're listening to a song: vocals, production, melody, lyrics

[knockknockitsnickels]

I think this is one of my favorite lines from the Wraith route because of (imo) how much the meaning changes depending on if you got there via Spectre or Nightmare. For Spectre, it honestly strikes me as a genuine question. Why are you doing this to her? If you're on the Spectre route, you presumably already know the Narrator can't really be trusted, since you had to reject his reward to get here. What are you hoping to gain from continuing to hurt her? For Nightmare, it honestly just makes me sad. As the Shifting Mound describes her, "She desires only companionship, but the only thing she knows is how to hurt." This line feels like a plea from someone who genuinely doesn't understand why you keep rejecting her. She wants to be with you, but she just can't understand how to do that in a way which doesn't hurt you.

[mobydyke]

I have no propaganda except for the concept of eowyn yelling "I am no muppet!!!" and then hacking apart muppet witch king of angmar

[ikeasharksss]

hey im curious

feel free to rb & explain your answer in the tags!